Recently I was visiting with a lady who was struggling with the fact that she has a child who she feels doesn't totally fit in with other kids. She was worried that this child would struggle throughout life having less friends and not be as happy because of it. This child has some difficulties that will make their life a bit tougher than others have it. And the older the child gets the harder it will be.
I wish I could say that I couldn't relate to her. My selfish side wishes that I had no experience in this area to give her comfort. But I do have some experience, and in the end I am glad that my experience can help someone else. I've been following a few groups on Facebook about Crohn's or parents who have children with IBD, and 1) I am so thankful that Trevor's symptoms aren't as bad as they could be and as bad as some people have it, but 2) I'm very aware that there will probably come a point in his life that it will be much more difficult for him than it is now. I read these articles and posts and I wonder how in the world do these adults make in life? How do they hold down a job? How do they get married and support a family? How do they stand the pain and go on with life and function as a normal person?
Grant and Trevor had a late start with making their pinewood derby car this year because of...well a baby was born, and life was busy. They started the car on the Saturday before the derby, and so Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday nights were spent on the car. Tuesday night was crunch time and the car needed to be painted before Grant got home from work so they could finish it up. After school on Tuesday though, Trevor was flaring. Bad. He was doubled over in pain and could hardly move, but he knew he needed that paint on the car. I tried to offer to paint it for him because he was in so much pain. He didn't go for that. I tried to talk him into not painting it, or doing it the next day and somehow finishing the car before the derby. That wouldn't work for him. I offered to carry him out to the garage so at least he didn't have to walk. He refused that and graciously said he was fine.
So I watched him. I watched him and stood by him as he was doubled over in pain and shuffled out to the garage because he couldn't even lift his feet off the ground because he was in so much pain. He knelt down in the garage and painted the car on the floor. And then when he was done with the first coat, he had to turn around and go back inside. As he was hunched over in pain as he walked back inside, my heart was sad, but proud. He did that process two more times until the car was done being painted. Then that night they finished the car, so he was ready for Wednesday to come.
One day as I was stressing about Trevor and his future, that night before the pinewood derby came into my mind. Trevor will make it. He will get through it. He will do what he has to do because he is Trevor. He was given the gifts and abilities that fit him for this life. Heavenly Father has blessed him with dedication, perseverance, and enough stubbornness that he won't let this get the better of him. He will do what needs to be done and he will be successful because that is who Trevor is. It might not be easy or pain free, but he'll do it. We see our kids struggle and we want to fix it and take it away, but they are okay with what they are going through. What I see as an impossible task for me--if I had to go through that--is manageable for someone else when they have to go through the exact same thing.
And I think that is how all of our kids are--how each one of us are. We all have limitations, struggles, and trials. But we all have been given something to get us through. We have spiritual gifts, talents, and interests that help us. Heavenly Father has not left us alone to get through this life without something to make it a bit easier. He knows each one of us and knows what we need to get through what life throws at us. So Trevor will get through all of this because he is Trevor, just like each of my kids will be able to get through things that are thrown their way. It may not be easy. It might not be pleasant. It might hurt. But it makes us who we are. And Heavenly Father is right by our side whether we know it or not. And that--that gives my mother-heart comfort.
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